The Christian lyre, a selection of religious and moral poetry1846 - 80 oldal |
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15. oldal
... head ! " Desponding pilgrim , weep not so , Three mansions are before you spread- To one you must , to all may go . Each offers freely , and has room For all earth's travellers , rich and poor ; 16 SHALL WE MOURN FOR THE DEAD ? The house.
... head ! " Desponding pilgrim , weep not so , Three mansions are before you spread- To one you must , to all may go . Each offers freely , and has room For all earth's travellers , rich and poor ; 16 SHALL WE MOURN FOR THE DEAD ? The house.
16. oldal
... DEAD ? SHALL we mourn for the dead , shall we sorrow for those Who are called from their mansions of clay , Who have done with the world , its trials and woes , And its joys , blooming but to decay ? Yes , yes , we will mourn if the ...
... DEAD ? SHALL we mourn for the dead , shall we sorrow for those Who are called from their mansions of clay , Who have done with the world , its trials and woes , And its joys , blooming but to decay ? Yes , yes , we will mourn if the ...
63. oldal
... ! " To him who in a garden prayed and bled , That I might live when numbered with the dead . Then , when I'm called to leave this loved retreat , My spirit shall thy gracious welcome greet ; 64 SABBATH EVENING . Then shall my garden lead ...
... ! " To him who in a garden prayed and bled , That I might live when numbered with the dead . Then , when I'm called to leave this loved retreat , My spirit shall thy gracious welcome greet ; 64 SABBATH EVENING . Then shall my garden lead ...
77. oldal
... dead , and weep In stillness o'er their loss ; Bury the dead — in Christ they sleep Who bore on earth his cross , And from the grave their dust shall rise In his own image to the skies . J. MONTGOMERY . HUMAN LIFE . In its true light ...
... dead , and weep In stillness o'er their loss ; Bury the dead — in Christ they sleep Who bore on earth his cross , And from the grave their dust shall rise In his own image to the skies . J. MONTGOMERY . HUMAN LIFE . In its true light ...
79. oldal
... And warns thee of the dead . Turn , Christian , turn ! thy soul apply To truths divinely given ; The bones that underneath thee lie Shall live for hell or heaven . BISHOP HEBER . THE SEPULCHRE OF CHRIST . 79 THE THREE MOUNTAINS .
... And warns thee of the dead . Turn , Christian , turn ! thy soul apply To truths divinely given ; The bones that underneath thee lie Shall live for hell or heaven . BISHOP HEBER . THE SEPULCHRE OF CHRIST . 79 THE THREE MOUNTAINS .
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
beam beauty bids BISHOP KEN blessed blest bliss bloom breast breath bright BRIGHT morning star brighter brow calm CHRIST CHRISTIAN clouds COWPER crown dark death deep divine dust to dust dwell dying earthly EDMESTON eternal faith fear frail friends gloom glorious glory glow grace grave hallowed ground hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hopes and fears hour humble HYMN immortal Israel's sons JANE TAYLOR Jesus life's light LIMPET live lone Lord mercy mighty to save morn mortal never night o'er pale Pale flowers peace pilgrim pleasure POOL OF BETHESDA praise prayer REDEEMER reign rest rise rock SABBATH sacred Saviour scene shalt shine sigh silent sing sink skies sleep smile sorrow spirit spring star storm sweet teach tears thee thine Thou art thought throne thy hope thy soul toil tomb truth voice WALDENSES wave weep wing winter's
Népszerű szakaszok
60. oldal - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
48. oldal - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
99. oldal - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
94. oldal - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
64. oldal - To mark the matchless workings of the power, That shuts within its seed the future flower, Bids these in elegance of form excel, In colour these, and those delight the smell, Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies, To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes...
27. oldal - O how unlike the complex works of man, Heaven's easy, artless, unencumbered plan ! No meretricious graces to beguile, No clustering ornaments to clog the pile ; From ostentation as from weakness free, It stands like the cerulean arch we see, Majestic in its own simplicity.
16. oldal - the Deep Voice cried, " So long enjoyed, so oft misused — Alternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused? " Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away ; And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay. " Redeem mine hours — the space is brief — While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, And measureless thy joy or grief, When TIME and thou shall part for ever...
47. oldal - The night, they said, is near, We must not now be parted, sojourn here " — The new acquaintance soon became a guest, And, made so welcome at their simple feast, He...
15. oldal - All that of good and fair Has gone into thy womb from earliest time, Shall then come forth to wear The glory and the beauty of its prime.
61. oldal - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire.